i read. i write. i think. i link.

If there’s a cure for this, I don’t want it. If there’s a remedy, I’ll run from it.

With so much craziness happening in this country this weekend, I took long breaks from social media over the weekend and indulged in self-care in the form of multiple orgasms. It was glorious.

I’m usually plugged in and connected all the time, but I found myself disconnecting a lot this weekend, locked in my apartment with a lover who was working here for the weekend and therefore got to bypass my usual ‘no overnights’ rule because when I see him, it’s always special, and we like to make it last.

And then, the morning after he leaves, I wake up feeling like this — blissful and ready to tackle whatever the day throws at me.

And even though I think I’m full and I’ve gotten all I can take, love in the form of an almost 3-hour phone call from someone else shows up, and pushes me further into the “Bitch, you on now!” mood.

Cause I am on. I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and said, “Fuck that; I’m on.”